Sometime during the dark night of the soul, none of my old tricks seemed to work. As I watch the storm and the darkness wrapping around my brain and my heart, the scale number went up. As I tossed and turned through the darkness of the starless night, the old nemesis, the ripper, was cackling by my head. I knew the feeling, I’ve been here before. There is a way out, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach the door to the other side.